Most of them spent their wonderful love time in Silver Beach. Under the quiet starry sky, the two of them lay side by side on the silver beach, saying nothing, just touching the soft sand and listening to the murmur of the sea. Sometimes Zhang Qian would play the guitar and sing Mayday songs; sometimes they would sit quietly and watch the flickering fireworks dancing and flying. They have a special liking for fireworks. The blooming and fleeting of fireworks always bring them unspeakable emotions and long-lasting silence. Fireworks fly away and disappear. Will people disappear suddenly like these fireworks when they bloom? They are so scared that they hold their hands tightly.